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ourslutty_yoda because I was missing them and I owed her one from Christmas of 2012. I’m awful, no one is surprised. Set in Convergence, probably.]
The thing about doing … whatever it is he’s doing with Ruby is that he’s not sure where the expectations lie. Not that he really had a clue when it came to women of the twenty-first century to begin with, but with Ruby the lines become exceptionally blurry. It’s what happens when you enter into a relationship with a demon – you’re not sure which holidays are acceptable, how you’re supposed to handle gifts, or do anything that one would normally expect of an adult relationship.
For example: Valentine’s Day is at the end of the week. Technically, it’s a Judeo Christian holiday. Is he supposed to get her flowers? Chocolate? Should they actually make plans? All of these questions should have been questions that crossed his mind, and probably would have, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s David Levin, he grew up in the middle of a barren, post-Apocalyptic playground of the pagan gods, and was nearly eaten by giant alien bugs one too many times. Valentine’s Day isn’t even a thought in his mind until Christopher happens to open his big mouth with:
“Do demonic bitches even celebrate Valentine’s Day?”
David turns and glares at him from the other side of the room, firstly because it’s actually an interesting question and secondly because now he’s got a slew of questions that he never even thought he needed to have answered. Also, Christopher, look at who you are talking to.
Christopher seems to come to the same realization a few seconds after David does, because he can’t help the snort of a laugh that comes with it. “Right. Never mind. Expecting you to do anything romantic is kind of like expecting a dog to tap dance.”
April perks up from the corner with very helpful input. “They have a video on YouTube like that.”
David sighs heavily. “Thank you, April.”
She grins at him. Christopher just laughs. “I stand corrected.”
David shakes his head as he picks up his sword, getting ready to go to work at the security firm. They didn’t really care about what kind of weapon he carried so long as he protected their clients, even if they did think he was a little weird for it.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m working Saturday night anyway.”
“Dude, that so doesn’t get you off the hook.”
David stalks off without a word after that. He’ll figure it out. One thing that he knows it isn’t, however, is any of Christopher’s business.
***
He gets home late on Saturday night, so late, in fact, that he really doesn’t do much more than leave a bag on her side of the bed and collapse face first into the bed without any further preamble. It’s late, he’s exhausted, he will deal with getting chewed out for his half-assed Valentine’s gift in the morning.
Instead, what he wakes to is Ruby jumping on his back less than ten minutes later, the kind of jumping that usually comes with a gleeful smile and probably Christopher bleeding, but since he didn’t hear any screaming, he’s a big confused at the reaction. “What?” He groans, pushing at her to stop bouncing so he can go back to sleep.
She doesn’t move – she doesn’t want to – and instead she only leans forward to kiss his cheek. “Best present, ever.” He smiles a bit at that, and nods.
“Can I go back to sleep now and you can properly thank me in the morning?”
“Yes, you can.” And with that she will roll off his back, settling onto her side with a satisfied sigh. After that, all he hears is the crinkle of the paper bag and Christopher’s voice floating from somewhere down the hallway.
“Why do I smell French fries?”
Ruby is very quick to correct him on that assumption as she digs into her super-sized sleeve of Burger King French fries and David slips into unconsciousness.
“You don’t.”
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ourslutty_yoda because I was missing them and I owed her one from Christmas of 2012. I’m awful, no one is surprised. Set in Convergence, probably.]The thing about doing … whatever it is he’s doing with Ruby is that he’s not sure where the expectations lie. Not that he really had a clue when it came to women of the twenty-first century to begin with, but with Ruby the lines become exceptionally blurry. It’s what happens when you enter into a relationship with a demon – you’re not sure which holidays are acceptable, how you’re supposed to handle gifts, or do anything that one would normally expect of an adult relationship.
For example: Valentine’s Day is at the end of the week. Technically, it’s a Judeo Christian holiday. Is he supposed to get her flowers? Chocolate? Should they actually make plans? All of these questions should have been questions that crossed his mind, and probably would have, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s David Levin, he grew up in the middle of a barren, post-Apocalyptic playground of the pagan gods, and was nearly eaten by giant alien bugs one too many times. Valentine’s Day isn’t even a thought in his mind until Christopher happens to open his big mouth with:
“Do demonic bitches even celebrate Valentine’s Day?”
David turns and glares at him from the other side of the room, firstly because it’s actually an interesting question and secondly because now he’s got a slew of questions that he never even thought he needed to have answered. Also, Christopher, look at who you are talking to.
Christopher seems to come to the same realization a few seconds after David does, because he can’t help the snort of a laugh that comes with it. “Right. Never mind. Expecting you to do anything romantic is kind of like expecting a dog to tap dance.”
April perks up from the corner with very helpful input. “They have a video on YouTube like that.”
David sighs heavily. “Thank you, April.”
She grins at him. Christopher just laughs. “I stand corrected.”
David shakes his head as he picks up his sword, getting ready to go to work at the security firm. They didn’t really care about what kind of weapon he carried so long as he protected their clients, even if they did think he was a little weird for it.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m working Saturday night anyway.”
“Dude, that so doesn’t get you off the hook.”
David stalks off without a word after that. He’ll figure it out. One thing that he knows it isn’t, however, is any of Christopher’s business.
***
He gets home late on Saturday night, so late, in fact, that he really doesn’t do much more than leave a bag on her side of the bed and collapse face first into the bed without any further preamble. It’s late, he’s exhausted, he will deal with getting chewed out for his half-assed Valentine’s gift in the morning.
Instead, what he wakes to is Ruby jumping on his back less than ten minutes later, the kind of jumping that usually comes with a gleeful smile and probably Christopher bleeding, but since he didn’t hear any screaming, he’s a big confused at the reaction. “What?” He groans, pushing at her to stop bouncing so he can go back to sleep.
She doesn’t move – she doesn’t want to – and instead she only leans forward to kiss his cheek. “Best present, ever.” He smiles a bit at that, and nods.
“Can I go back to sleep now and you can properly thank me in the morning?”
“Yes, you can.” And with that she will roll off his back, settling onto her side with a satisfied sigh. After that, all he hears is the crinkle of the paper bag and Christopher’s voice floating from somewhere down the hallway.
“Why do I smell French fries?”
Ruby is very quick to correct him on that assumption as she digs into her super-sized sleeve of Burger King French fries and David slips into unconsciousness.
“You don’t.”
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